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Paul Atreides ([personal profile] terriblepurpose) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-11-01 11:18 pm

l’s escape room birthday | every second dripping off my fingertips

Who: ‘Lazarus Sauveterre’ (L Lawliet) and select friends
What: L’s Depraved Escape Room Hellromp
When: October 31st
Where: A reclaimed house in Gaze

Content warnings: Underage drinking, psychological horror, eventual cosmic horror, suggestive MSPaint drawings (displayed in tags)



At an abandoned house towards the edge of Gaze, although not that one, someone has been extraordinarily busy on very short notice. Directions to the party may only be obtained from the guest of honour himself or the chief planner, hand drawn maps distributed on scrolls tied with black ribbon. These maps lead to a dilapidated seeming two story home constructed in a typical Trench style, festooned with towerlets and dark, leering windows.

Inside the house, however, the first two rooms of the house will be what most people might expect of a party: in contradiction of the exterior, the sitting room and the dining room have been thoroughly cleaned and redecorated in an elegant black and grey theme.

In the sitting room, a fire crackles invitingly at one end, surrounded by comfortable couches and chairs, while the other half of the room is open for mingling or dancing near the old-fashioned looking (but thoroughly modern in its interior) phonograph, into which requests from the musical library of DeerNet may be fed.

The dining room is dominated by a long table of desserts of all kinds, from rainbow bowls of hard candy to sculpted chocolates to stacks of little cakes and pastries on serving towers. Those in search of savoury fare will come up nearly empty-handed, save for a cheese plate or two interspersed throughout. On the side tables, bottles of liquors and liqueurs alternate with tea and coffee services, along with a selection of juices, sparkling waters, and other mixers.

The adjoining restroom even has little charcoal soaps carved into whimsical, seasonally appropriate shapes, to complete the welcoming and convivial atmosphere, which is a good thing, because there’s one catch that the invitations failed to mention:

After the guests have all arrived, none of them are leaving through the door they entered through, because it (like the back door, and the windows) has been altered to only open from the outside.

Welcome to Lazarus Sauveterre’s birthday puzzle box. Enjoy your exploration of the rest of the house - or, if so inclined, stick to the front rooms. After all, someone is sure to figure it out before morning.

(Costumes are optional, but encouraged.)

The Ceremony Room

The first room down the hall from the sitting and dining rooms is full of the obvious remnants of an invocation: half-melted black candles, a runic circle carved meticulously into the bare hardwood floor, a stone altar topped with bowls of salt, water, and iridescent oil.

It is also obvious from the char marks and smoke stains on the peeling wallpaper that something may not have gone as planned. Keen eyes will notice that among other piles of flaked off paper are scraps of notes written in runes that match those on the floor.

This room will be most easily solved by party goers familiar with the occult and ritual.

The Library

Further down the hall lies a modest library. The bookshelves here are in disarray, with no immediately obvious rhyme or reason to their organization. Even the books themselves are at all angles with each other, crammed sideways, upside down, and backwards between mismatched bookends and musty, half-dead potted plants. Three tables of differing make are centered in a triangle at the library’s heart, covered in loose papers filled with a script that does not lend itself to easy deciphering.

Fresh paper and pencils are stacked on the small, cleared desk by the door, evidently for guest’s use.

The secrets of this room are best discerned by those with an interest in linguistics and cryptography.

The Study

Just off of the library, this smaller room is dominated by a massive wooden desk, heavy cabinets, and a squatting iron-bound chest. All of them are locked, and the keyhooks beneath an oil painting of the sea and above the back of the desk are conspicuously empty. If the investigators wish to rifle through the home owner’s hidden items and correspondence, they’ll need to be deft of hand and sharp of eye - and perhaps, if all else fails, thoughtful about construction.

What is hidden here will be quickest found by sneak thieves and the mechanically inclined.

The Laboratory

On the second floor, to the left of the stairs, lies a room neater than most left in the house. Racks of glassware compete with disassembled clockwork mechanisms for space on the counters lining the walls, and those familiar with the scientific (or pseudo-scientific) process will notice swiftly that it seems a series of experiments were being documented on the blackboard that dominates one end of the room. Other notes are scattered throughout the room in disorder, inviting the guests to piece together this mystery in both time and space.

Those with experience in rigorous study and the natural sciences will find this room a surmountable challenge.

The Observatory

The largest room on the top floor boasts a telescope mounted in a rotating dome that may be turned by the means of a hand crank on the wall, which spins a central platform via some cunning hidden mechanism in the floor. Those who put their eyes to the telescope will be treated to a dazzling view of Trench’s night sky, dotted with stars.

On the walls of this room hang a series of clocks of various makes and models, not one of which is set to the right time, and all of which are paired to a star chart that depicts no night sky that may be seen through the telescope.

Those who star gaze or devote themselves to numbers will have the best luck here.

The Guest Bedroom

What was once a modest guest bedroom adjacent to the observatory has been rifled through by someone on a less delicate mission than the puzzle solvers. The armoire hangs open with the spare sheets and towels inside ripped out and discarded, while the sunken mattress has been slashed with a blade and divested of fistfuls of tufted fiber in search of something. The knife in question may be found at the dressing table tucked into a corner, sticking out upright above the drawer someone pried apart with it.

Next to it: a guest book, of the old-fashioned kind, intended for each visitor to the room to add a greeting and a few memories of their stay. Between its leather cover, it seems the guests of this house prior to this party had a great deal to jot down, and some of them even seemed to have used it to discuss a certain upcoming matter between themselves…

The secrets of this room will reveal themselves most readily to those with profiling and associative skills.

(The master bedroom across the hall is only a comfortable room, cleaner than the rest of the house, with a soft bed and a door that locks from the inside.)

The Hidden Chamber

Beneath the house, the last room may be found once all the other rooms are solved, concealed at the bottom of a narrow staircase. It is a small, spare room, all of it one apparently seamless stone enclosure, and in its center rests a plain white cloth, an empty silver bowl, a hand mirror in a silver frame, and a fresh white candle set into a candle holder made of a black crystal geode.

No special skill is needed to solve this room. Only a clever mind is required to apprehend the room’s purpose and locate the key.

[The mystery spreadsheet for clues and solutions is here. The purpose of these prompts is not to create a mystery for you, the players, but an in character framework for setting up puzzle solving for the characters.]
worldcleansing: (casual sideeye)

[personal profile] worldcleansing 2022-11-05 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't come here today thinking we'd be separated by February.

[ Light needs no reminder that L once knew everything about him down to how he showered. However, that was five years ago. For someone his age, five years can almost be another world. Once college ended and his job at the NPA started, he moved out of the house and into an apartment with Misa. He continued to serve as L, Kira, and Light, a task that kept him busy on all fronts. L is likely to guess all of that.

But the personal details? How much could he reliably predict?

The occupant of the carefully wrapped box is a simple but nice suit, the color a deep, dark gray. The shirt he chose to wear beneath it is light enough to stand out but still ventures into gray. It's an overall dark outfit. Since he knows L well enough to know it'd be a risk to let him choose anything else, the shoes are included. Most importantly, the suit is meant to fit a thin, lanky frame. Often, smaller bodies try to avoid showing their lines for fear of betraying their size, but the truth is that bigger clothing only does the opposite.

It's not a particularly expensive suit, and the design and colors are simple, but the notice was short and Light a new face. Getting a suit made to size in such a few hours was already a difficult task. ]


Sorry it's not something exciting enough to be dangerous, but it will look good on you. We should celebrate your willingness to change out of a white shirt.
hearthebell: (I only want to hear the angels laugh)

[personal profile] hearthebell 2022-11-05 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[When the paper falls away, L freezes, staring at the contents of the box.

He remembers his heart stopping back home, his last moments the sharpest and clearest he'd ever experienced. Everything between his then and Light Yagami's now is full of unpleasant uncertainty, outside of what Light himself has volunteered, and the gift in his hands is perhaps the most elegant slap to the face he's received lately.

His eyes are as difficult to read as ever, but there's a tenseness around them that Light might have seen glimpses of near the final days of the case as it seemed to leech the life away from L as he burned everything to pull ahead and salvage his own sure checkmate.

Was I wearing something like this, the very last time you saw me back home?

It might not be dangerous as a bomb, but it's still quietly devastating. It's not a loss as long as L doesn't outwardly show it, though, so though his smile is stiff and a little strange, he wears one.]


You still have a tendency to outdo yourself when expectations are already high. Thank you, Light.

[He begins to set it aside, conscious of his movements, aware that he must under no circumstances drop the box back on the table as though it's on fire.

And, yet, it's a fire he would rather be too close to. He can feel the heat, thinking of Light driving the dagger in a little deeper by suggesting he try it on now. It would be so demented that L can't help but admire it.]
worldcleansing: (speaking)

[personal profile] worldcleansing 2022-11-05 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's no indication of malice behind the gift. It's a nice suit that's already stretching the resources of a man still working on making his house presentable by his standards. The gray will complement L's coloring well. What's there to fear behind such thought?

Or is Light giving away as little as L? While the detective hides his defense, perhaps Kira is hiding his offense. Or can Light be trusted more now that they're away from their game?

Are they ever away from their game? ]


I'm glad you enjoy it. There's only so much I could have managed on short notice.

[ A threat or an apology for not doing more. ]

I trust it's your size.

[ Because he helped choose the suit L was buried in or because his eye for detailed is that good? ]
hearthebell: (It seemed the better way)

[personal profile] hearthebell 2022-11-05 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[L watches, reminded of the days before the end. Light Yagami had gone from wide-eyed teenager pleading and insisting on his innocence to cold-eyed predator overnight, practically over a minute that L can trace back to the helicopter. Five years later, it's a new Light all over again; he's had that time to become crueler and more clever, and L has only had one.

What's more valuable? Five years reigning as Kira with only his own pale puppet show to challenge a god, or one year in Trench? L's struck by the sober notion that he has been wasting his time, perhaps could have prepared for this better.

No. What I've done here has made me stronger, in ways he won't expect. Regret is as useless as wallowing.]


I'd have been happy if you'd just shown up, even empty-handed, so I'd say you managed quite well. As for the fit...

[Aren't you a bastard.]

I guess you'd know better than I would, about such matters. It doesn't look like it'll swallow me, at any rate.

[Certainly, it won't eat him or devour him or any of the other things Lying Monsters are known to do, either. Mind games and hypothetical burials aside, it is just a suit. It will only screw with L as much as he lets it.

He'll remind himself of that as many times as he needs to.]
worldcleansing: (speaking; eyes down)

[personal profile] worldcleansing 2022-11-05 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd hope not. It's tailored too well for that.

[ Light doesn't want L to break so easily. Truth be told, he doesn't want L broken at all. Nor does he want the detective gone. Now that Kira isn't at stake, the idea of returning to the boredom that became his every day is too much. L is the cure for a sickness that few will ever understand.

No, this isn't enough to break him. Light doesn't possess the ability to break him so easily. It means he can play the game at full momentum.

Finally, his eyes pull away from irises so dark as to suck everything inside. ]


Do you want to show me around?
hearthebell: (See these people they lie)

[personal profile] hearthebell 2022-11-06 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[L stares for just a few seconds longer before, mercifully, blinking, putting a crack in the crushing pressure he can exert with his eyes alone.]

Of course. Paul worked really hard on this, and there's a lot worth seeing.

[A lot worth hiding, too. Wouldn't be much of a game, otherwise, and I'm not holding back for even a second, this time.]

I'm gratified to see that I'm not just known as a one-note personality, after getting a good look around. There are sweets and puzzles everywhere, so... it's two-note. Knock on wood.
Edited 2022-11-06 00:02 (UTC)
worldcleansing: (Smile; warm)

[personal profile] worldcleansing 2022-11-06 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
At least one of those notes can be complicated enough to count as two.

[ It's not the love of sweets. ]

But you didn't help design it, then? That's a little disappointing. I'm curious to know what a puzzle designed by you would be like.

[ Light doesn't know Paul so gauging his intelligence is impossible, but L holds such high regard in that area that it's difficult to imagine the unknown man could match it. ]

Does it still hold interest to you if it's not a real crime?
hearthebell: (Nothing scares me anymore)

[personal profile] hearthebell 2022-11-06 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
To be honest, I can't expect that something like this could have ever happened. Why would it? I don't broadcast my birthday, even to my friends.

[But it had happened. L swallows his own discomfort with this understanding.]

There's an easy solution. If you're curious to know, let me design your puzzles in February. It'll be something you could never expect, I guarantee it.

[His mind wanders, slightly wistfully, to the wonders he was promised in October by his departed ex, Shoyo. Those will never happen now, and maybe it's for the best. It means that L could continue to pretend that he might have allowed it to happen.]
Edited 2022-11-06 04:30 (UTC)
worldcleansing: (deep in thought)

[personal profile] worldcleansing 2022-11-07 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's an interesting proposition. While Light would like to assume it to be the safest game either of them would play against the other, he can't assume even that much. This is L, after all. His mind can often be just as twisted.

The idea shouldn't be as exciting as it is. Is this really what his life has become over the last five years?

He smiles. Unlike most, it's genuine. ]


I'd like that. I haven't had a lot of chances to see your mind at play outside of work.
hearthebell: (You're no good for me)

[personal profile] hearthebell 2022-11-08 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Consider it a plan, then.

[He means it sincerely, even if he is already thinking of ways he can contort it so that he can make Light feel just as much pain as what was inflicted on L, tonight.

My funeral; my burial. Screw you, bastard. False god. Hypocrite.

Friend.
]


Come with me.

[Insistently, L takes Light's hand, pulling him through the immediate area.]

Is there something you want to know? In truth... I am not extraordinary. I have an interest, that drew a purpose, but otherwise... I think I may actually be somewhat ordinary, Light.
worldcleansing: (happy 2;smiling; on the phone)

[personal profile] worldcleansing 2022-11-08 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I think you're likely confusing the chance to have some normalcy with being ordinary. Even extraordinary people have some ordinary tastes and hobbies.

[ Light didn't expect to be physically pulled along, but he manages to keep up. Their relationship has always been odd; one moment, he's sure L is lamenting over the suit, and the next, he's showing him around like an excited child.

Light won't pretend, for even a moment, that it means L has moved on. Even as a deep curiosity begs for Light to learn about the hidden sides of the detective, there's still very much a thirst for the excitement that excited when they were on opposite sides of the same battle. ]


Even the brightest men eventually go home to something else.
hearthebell: will credit if found (Seven times I pierce my heart)

[personal profile] hearthebell 2022-11-08 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually, that is true...

[Spoken vaguely, on the edge of uncertainty. Whatever Light might have speculated about the vast swathes of time in the detective's life that had passed before the Kira Investigation had claimed it, he might be shocked to learn that nearly all of it had gone towards work.]

If you were L for five years, you understand that there are outliers.

[He reaches for a chocolate from a nearby tray, stuffing it in his mouth as he pulls Light toward one of the puzzle rooms.]